There's No Geist Like The Zeitgeist.

It Was Van Gogh's Madness That Prevented Him From Working; The Paintings Themselves Are Ineffably Sane, If Sanity Is To Be Defined In Terms Of Exact Judgment Of Ends And Means And The Power Of Visual Analysis.

In America, Nostalgia For Things Is Apt To Set In Before They Go.

Far From Affording Artists Continuous Inspiration, Mass-media Sources For Art Have Become A Dead End. They Have Combined With The Abstractness Of Institutional Art Teaching To Produce A Fine-arts Culture Given Over To Information And Not Experience. This Faithfully Echoes The Drain Of Concreteness From Modern Existence- The Reign Of Mere Unassimilated Data Instead Of Events That Gain Meaning By Being Absorbed Into The Fabric Of Imaginative Life.

Popular In Our Time, Unpopular In His. So Runs The Stereotype Of Rejected Genius.

No Art Goes Unmediated By Other Art.